Chapter 97 Zion's Proposal
- (Siena POV)
- The late morning sun filters through the branches of an ancient maple, casting dappled shadows across my sketchbook. Three days since the confrontation with Raiden. Three days of silence stretched between us like an uncrossable moat.
- The severance ritual lingers on the horizon—scheduled for the full moon, just four nights away. The thought sends a physical pain through my chest.